I traipsed about Central London to the National and National Portrait Gallery. I successfully failed to produce some decent sketches in my book. A goal of mine is to build SOME sort of manual-visual-pencil communication. So far: nogo. As, I’m realising that as I was playing less music I was doing more visual work. These are the paintings that really caught my interest but were awfully reproduced in my sketchbook:
An Allegory for Love, Garafalo
The Four Ages of Man, Boulogne
Saint Francis in Meditation, Zurbaran
It only seems natural that after a failed attempt to draw, a live quartet was performing for an almost non-existent audience in the Portrait Gallery. Piano, Cello, Violin, and Accordian and portrait paintings of British Political Figures made for a well needed aural celebration. It was just what I needed, I think I took for granted how many performances, bands, DJs (what up Paul) I saw back at school.
The natural progression was to meet up with Shilpa and go see a band. I skipped out on my flat’s visit to ZooBar and went to the show. These were the guys I had met earlier in the week in Camden, so it was a welcomed change of pace to see The Water. Also, they do a hilarious and sadly accurate American accent.
This is majorly unrelated and mildly related. I stumbled across an ensamble? of four DJs who named themselves Birdy Nam Nam. My favorite song is Abbsess and the video is pretty great. Yes named after the Schaumburg-Acclaimed movie of the century: THE PARTY. The group is French and fantastic, but.. how funny! BIRDY NAM NAM.
Also, tonight I finally had Chicken Masala from my Beloved Kings Kebobs. I usually just get a samosa but I needed Tikka in my life. Paired with some flame-toasted pita and sliced cucumbers made for a fiesta for my tastebuds. I’m so satisfied. Above are some reasons to love London.